I Am The Alpha

fury like a w

moon. The night Higan Sinclair unleashed the full extent of his hat

afford myself. Higan Sinclair was untouchable, the Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack, while I was noth

stined mates, of bonds between Alphas and Omegas, so strong they could survive any storm. But those were just stor

rough clenched teeth. The pain of a rejected mate had become a constant companion after that nig

burned at the corners of my eyes, but I refused to let them drop. In a despera

dn't have to suffer the agony of knowing when he was doing the unspeakable to anot

all the strength I had left, and headed to the staff

ddenly shoved from behind. My body staggered forward, and I barely had time to register what was happening befor

something, someone passing by kicked it farther away from me and walked over it, leaving their shoe prints. Just as I reached for the last piece of

Hardly," came a sne

rumbling essay paper. "Hello, Adolph. Must I remind

nking me to my feet. He slammed me against the lockers w

ge. His cold blue eyes narrowed, and he lifted me higher, my feet dangling off the ground. I held his gaze, refusing

wants you before running your mouth like a loose

e. He abruptly released his grip making me land painfully on my butt. I trie

ar voice from behind him-a voi

d, his bravado faltering as

y eyes at the sight of them. His minions followed behind. Some of which weren't even part of the Crescent Moon Pac

a twisted amusement, and I

ere, his tone laced with false concern. His hand came to rest on Adolph's shoulder, making him shudder.

alled mate. But I refused to let him see how deeply he affected me. I remained on the ground

ned into my soul like a branding iron. He was indeed a wolf in sheep's clothing. Before that night, his cruelty had been mild, hardly more than a few cutting remarks or a cold shoulder. But after he publicly reje

n, but I blinked them away. I wouldn't gi

cern. It made my skin crawl, how barely concealed the scorn was. I wanted to scream

ling his minions to follow. As they walked past, Tess shot me a look I've known too well, before pulling Higan down for a posse

d repeatedly with a blunt knife, a constant reminder of my disgraceful bond with him.

never wanted this cursed bond. I was still coming to terms with being an Omega in a strange pack, and now I was

red the rest of my belongings and shoved them into my backpack with a little too much force. I hurrie

back of the classroom where I had found a spot. The familiar faces of my classmates blurred in

to see our AP English teacher, Mr. Donald marching i

our essays from last week. Some of you clearly didn't put in the effort, and it shows. While some of you didn't

, I wouldn't be in such a mess right now. I tried my best to throw Mr. Donald the most sympathetic look, but I wasn't sure he caught it. I pu

ass, and it was justified. Transfer students were pretty rare in Springville. Everyone in school knew each other from middle school, some even from elementary school. And to a

tall and had broad shoulders like he'd spent his whole life building them. His hair was dark like it had a life of its own. His eyes scan

Donald said, introducing him. "Etha

see right through me, peeling back layers until there was nothing left to hid

even without speaking a word. His gaze traveled down my body as

e sensation in my belly felt like a trapdoor suddenly opening. Even though my gut wa

s barely registered. I was hyper-aware of Ethan behind me, his eyes boring into the back of my head. It was u

hing to get away. And just as I stood up, I felt something–the lightest

unhurried. He didn't look back, didn't acknowledge me at all, but the tension h

I had made sure he was far gone before making my decision to step out. I would have stayed longer

shed straight into someone, knocking me to the ground for the second time that day. Or so I t

who I thought was going to be another sneering bully. To my su

for a moment the world seemed to stop

reen with a tint of gold that seemed almost out

accord. There was definitel

e. His voice held a distinct British accent, low, and sm

. Instead, his grip tightened. I could see a frown forming on his forehe

oing to say something, but then he abruptly let go of me, taking a step back as if he had been stung. Immediately, I

ed to himself as if trying to fig

nge gleam flickering between them. Yet there was something

ow I'm a werewolf? Is he human? He d

mouth. I gawked at him for several beats, an